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three-legged-chair · 9 months
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Okay, so I know everyone is talking about who is gonna Elain end up with, Azriel or Lucien.
Everybody always says that Elain doesn't care for Lucien and is nervous around him, da da da. BUT why is no one talking about the fact that Elain is not Lucien's type AT ALL.
When he described Jesminda, he said (I don't remember exactly, but I remember what picture it painted in my mind) that she was fierceful, lively, and could take and repay his banter. He could be his awesome self around her with witty jokes and everything I loved about him in the first book.
Her personality, for me, couldn't be farther from Elain's. I see Elaine's witty humour with Az, but still. If Lucien and Elain were not mates, I don't think they would ever even consider each other as "possible partners." Ykwim.
It seems to me like Lucien is trying for Elaine's favor because he feels like he has to.
Also, I got a feeling that Lucien might like Vassa, and her personality lies way closer to Jesmina's than Elaine's.
Yes, we could get some character development from Elain that already started in acosf. She would be done with what is expected of her from people around her, and we would see what's under the good girl facade. That is something I wanna see.
I don't know if this post makes sense. I don't care who will end up with Elain as long as my boy Lucien is happy. (I don't think it's will be Az, three sisters, three brothers pairing doesn't seem likely to me, but who tf knows)
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pannamara · 7 months
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ENG/УКР
I’m Lucien, seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn court🍁
- Я Люсьєн. Сомий син Вищого Лорда Двору Осені 🍁
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florencemtrash · 2 months
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Brown Eyed Beauty — Lucien x Reader
Fond, childhood memories are few and far between for Lucien. But he's reminded of every good thing when he looks at you.
Author's note: DAMNIT! Brown eyes deserve to be treated with the same tender reverence as any other color. This one is for all the brown eyed beauties (and Lucien lovers) out there.
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There was a hidden stream Eris had taken him fishing once, back when he was a stringy child with two eyes and soft hands.
“You’ll need to build up your strength and the calluses on your palms, then the fish won’t be able to slip out of your grasp so easily.” Eris told him, standing up to his knees in the gentle current, pant legs rolled up with the ends dripping. His body was slim as a reed, but strong, and on the cusp of adulthood. Pale bruises were scattered across a pale, freckled chest, purple, green, and yellow.
Lucien watched with bated breath as Eris tracked a shiny, silver-pink body darting between the rocks, his eyes untricked by the bending of sunlight as it dove into the water. 
There. 
Eris leaned down and dipped his hands into the stream with lightning swiftness. “Gotcha.” 
His hands broke the water. The salmon writhed, fighting with every gasping breath and splashing water onto Eris’s already soaking trousers.
“Here.” Eris stretched his arms out to where Lucien stood in the shallows. The salmon was giving up, the rhythm of its whipping body slowing. “It’s tired. Try holding it now.” 
Lucien held on for five seconds before the tail slapped him across the face, startling him so much he dropped the fish and its scaly, sleek body began to race downstream.
“No!” Lucien dove for it, red hair slipping under clear waters. The current was stronger than he expected, or maybe it was just that he was weaker than his brother. He felt something pulling downward, keeping him submerged.
His first response was to panic, to flail his arms and legs out uselessly. But then he stopped. It was peaceful down here, the water so clear that he could catch every grain of sand splashed over brick-brown rocks like stars. Tiny fishes, silky smooth with beady eyes, darted in and out of crevices. Light behaved differently underwater, fragmenting and casting lovely golden shapes on stones the color of fresh-pressed coffee. 
Here it was calm. Here was a place where Beron’s power couldn’t touch him. Here he was safe. 
A strong hand grasped the back of his shirt, hauling him up soaking and sputtering with a brackish taste sliding down his throat. 
The bruises on Eris’s cheekbones stood out on his pale skin, the fright in his eyes turning to anger. 
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Eris yelled and all but tossed his sopping body onto a yellowing patch of grass. 
“I’m sorry,” Lucien mumbled. He sat, shivering in the Autumn chill until Eris caught another salmon and assembled sticks in a neat circle of sand, lighting it with a snap of his slender fingers. 
“Tomorrow we’ll come back,” Eris promised as Lucien sank his teeth into the juicy, pink flesh. The skin was perfectly crisp and grease dribbled down his chin hot and slick. Eris wiped it away with a soft swatch of moss. “I’ll teach you to swim properly.” 
He didn’t seem to mind the descending cold, and for that Lucien was grateful. It meant he would get to keep Eris’s shirt until his was finished drying on the cracked log. 
But unbeknownst to them, Beron had come home earlier than anticipated with their other brothers. Eris was whipped ten times for leaving the Forest House unattended and Lucien was locked in his room for three days. They never went back to that stream — at least not together — and Lucien learned to swim on his own in less forgiving waters. 
Lucien still clung onto the memories of that day. Good memories from his childhood were far and few between. 
“You’re staring again.” You sighed contentedly and shifted in the little cradle of earth you’d claimed for youself. Yellowing, waist-high grasses swayed above you, occasionally bowing down with slender fingers to tickle your cheeks. A hundred yards away the Sidra tumbled over stones, rolled onto gray-sand beaches. The air tasted of salt and seaweed. Crisp, tangy, clear. 
“How did you know?” Lucien asked, and you could hear the gentle caress of his smile in the words.
You cracked open your eyes against the sun’s assault high in the midafternoon sky. Sure enough, Lucien was staring at you, golden eye whirring. You ran a languid finger down the bond, light and airy as a kiss. He braced his arms by your head, sinking down until his body was pressed flush against yours. 
You smiled. “I can feel it. It’s my special talent.”
“Oh?” Lucien chuckled.
“I’ve cultivated it over the years. A product of having a brute like you chase after me like a hound goes after a fox.” Not that you’d ever gone far. 
Scarlet strands of hair slipped out of the braid you’d arranged hours ago. They hung around his elegant, scarred face like liquid fire, casting a warm glow onto his already tanned skin. You tucked them back behind his sharp ears. Traced the curve of his bones until he was leaning into your touch.
“You wound me,” he murmured, kissing your palms. 
You blushed, feeling the brush of his full lips against your sensitive skin. “I didn’t mean it.” 
He smiled — a crooked, boyish smile. “I know.” 
He looked into your coffee eyes. The light bent differently when they touched your irises, curving around the bends like honey, cutting amber crescents at the edges of their rich color. You closed and opened them slowly, letting the light pour in like cream into coffee, swirling and setting them aflame. 
Lucien was back in that stream. The world was still. There was nothing that could hurt him. Just clarity, peace, and the riverbed glittering beneath him. 
“I love you, Y/n.”
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fenharel · 3 months
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You are as thick as they come, sweetness. This is my personal play house. And you don't have an invite. Get. Out.
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amandapearls · 1 year
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꧁•⊹٭𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗٭⊹•꧂
I’m really excited to be able to post this commission today! It’s incredible artwork was done by @amiranaval
She did such an amazing job drawing Lucien! I screamed with excitement when I saw how good he looked!
I wanted to show him at the Day Court, maybe visiting his dad. Who knew Lucien could look so good in blue? 😏😉
Artist: @amiranaval ❤️
Link to Instagram Post
Character belongs to Sarah J Maas
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ggiuliass · 6 months
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DONT MAKE LUCIEN SUFFER I BEG YOU SARAH I BEG YOU GIVE THAT MALE A LITTLE BIT OF HAPPINESS HE DESERVES IT SARAAAAHHHHHHH
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peony-plum · 7 months
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Have you heard the tale of Mathieu Bellamont
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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months
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Lucien, Fenrys, and Dorian need to meet and start a sad boys' club.
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queercontrarian · 3 months
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Prince Lucien of the Autumn Court
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
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wolfnesta · 11 months
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“I was forced to watch as my father butchered the female I loved. My brothers forced me to watch.”
“There was no magic spell, no miracle to bring her back. There were no gathered High Lords to resurrect her. I watched, and she died, and I will never forget that moment when I heard her heart stop beating.”
“Tamlin got what I didn't," Lucien said softly, his breathing ragged. "We all heard your neck break. But you got to come back.” — acomaf
Lucien Vanserra 😭 my sweetest, my dearest you deserve the world 🥺💔
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glitzysins · 1 year
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i imagined this is something rire would do _(:3 」∠)_ original pic below
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blackmetalsnake · 6 months
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Damienus Varino reference part 1
Part 2 here!
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Finally finished these parts of the reference, all that remains is to draw his outfits
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kroosluvr · 1 month
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yep,.... it's another captain art dump from your beloved cele celexcity kroosluvr
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thrumbolt · 2 months
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Lmao people calling me a Feylin is probably the biggest insult.
I haven't liked Feyre since she turned fae. I don't want her anywhere near Tamlin. He can do better!
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arson-09 · 1 month
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The main cast for my acotar tamlin healing fic✨
Tamlin- we know him, we love him on this side of the internet he doesn’t exactly need an introduction
Novae- A species of fae known as the partial, she doesnt have many memories but she sees potential in the ruins of the spring court…
Rosetta- A plant fae with a passion for learning about mortals and has traveled the mortal lands extensively with her dear friend. Shes one of the few fae to actively practice a strange religion…
Squid- A strange water creature who can shapeshift into a human, hes best friends with rossetta and she has accompanied rosetta on many travels to the mortal realm
Cassandra- An illryian female tired of the night court not doing anything for the women in the camps. Shes moved to the spring court with a large group of illyrians and her mates. She is the groups general. (yes. mates, plural)
(i feel pretty solid with my cast so im dropping them and hopefully some doodles soon. im attached to all of them now.)
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lucienarcheron · 2 months
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